I flew to Chicago early this morning for my long-awaited meeting with William Ford at the Riverfront Hotel. It took me quite a while to figure out what I should wear. Since I was determined to impress him the best way I knew how, I struggled between a casual and a formal outfit. Eventually, I decided to find some balance between the two looks by wearing gray dress pants and a fitted black shirt that showed my upper body some definition. Unfortunately, the temperature in the plane was so warm I ended up perspiring all over, and my shirt was soaked in sweat by the time we landed. I arrived at the O’Hare airport earlier than expected so I took advantage of the extra time and dried up my shirt using the restroom hand dryer. I headed outside the airport right after and made my way downtown.
Overlooking the Chicago river, the Riverfront Hotel is one of the tallest buildings in the world, with ninety-eight stories characterized by a unique setback feature providing a sort of visual continuity with the surrounding skylines.
I consider myself lucky to have found someone who could take care of my bookings; instead of spending countless hours finding potential clients online, all I have to do is show up and do the job. I also no longer have to worry about meeting weirdos and psychopaths. Escort is safe, and the pay is twice as high compared to when I was doing it alone. Being only twenty years-old, I thought I wouldn’t be able to get the job, but William was willing to bend the rules for me, and suggested lying about my age. He thinks I’m that attractive, therefore he’ll be making tons of money off of me. We negotiated the percentage of the pre-arranged rate that I’ll be charged by client which came down to thirty percent which, although steep, was, as he explained to me, the standard rate for this kind of work. If at some point, I decided I wanted out, William assured me that I’d be free to do so since there’s no contract. Also, if I don’t like a client, I can report back to him and switch over to somebody else.
Trevor Domvik is the name I’ll be working under, and I’m scheduled to attend a photo session in the upcoming week to jump start my portfolio and create my online profile.
So far, the job seems safe and uncomplicated. There’s absolutely no pressure, and everything is on my own terms. Still, I can’t help but wonder about the direction my life is going in. Is this something I’m truly interested in, or am I just in it for the money? Taking this job means sacrificing my pride and self-worth. Even my friends and family. How much do those people mean to me? And most importantly: how much does my own dignity mean to me? Am I willing to throw everything away to live a life that will forever be looked down upon?
Felix Eberstark 